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Zetsibo stood in silence as each of his fellow deities spoke, each of them registering the loss of Sandrimor on after the other like a set of dominoes. The amount of sorrow,grief and [b]despair[/b] was almost too much for him as he let out a slight shudder of what could arguably be called pleasure at the overwhelming atmosphere present in the room. Despite the wonderful rush this situation provided him, it was a problem even for him. Zetsibo was even a little sad, with Sandrimor gone who knew how many of the others would attempt to end him before he could even begin to sow [b]despair[/b] in the hearts of mortals.

"If Sandrimor is truly gone,I myself fear the chance one of us will decide they are the only one suited to the throne." Zetsibo said as he walked into the throne room, examining the room more closely now that Perillian had lit the place up somewhat. Frankly he preferred it without the lights. As the Icon of Despair reached the end of the room he examined the throne more closely, how would he look on it? Such a thought did not last long however as he banished the possibility from his mind, his ascending to the throne would require the death of many of his brethren. It was not worth it for, as Amp has put it 'a glorified title'. 

"Oh yes,I wouldn't worry about me desiring the throne. I'm well aware my ascendance would require the  death of many. And that just wouldn't be fun for anyone now would it." Zetsibo said,attempting to reassure those still present of his intent before turning away from the throne and walking back towards the entrance and more specifically Legio.

"My apologies dear Legio but I'm afraid you shall not have reason to end me this cycle." he said with a rather dry chuckle. He continued after a a split second pause "Regardless, perhaps we should set out some..rules for this cycle,hm? You wouldn't want me to start destroying your creations unrestrained and I would rather you didn't do the same to my own. Not directly at least." the despair deity added as he cut a portal into his domain before stepping through the glowing white gateway and gesturing for Legio to follow if he so wished. As Zetsibo stepped through he waved his shadowy claws and a pair of stone seats rose up from the dusty dark sand, followed by a simple table of the same colour. Whether Legio followed through or not Zetsibo sat in the chair directly opposite the portal and stared into the portal expectantly.